God Bless Us, Every One
Yes, I know, the photos are a bit dark. That's because it was night. In the middle of a wood.
Christmas wouldn't be Christmas in Leeds without David Robertson (second from left) and Theatre of the Dales performing David's adaptation of A Christmas Carol.
Last night it was in Dagmar, a patch of woodland in Headingley, Leeds: the same venue where a huge crowd came to see Theatre of the Dales perform The Tempest and A Winter's Tale last summer.
Last night - in stark contrast to the warm sunshine of the summer performances - it was freezing cold: there was a huge bonfire: there was mulled wine: there was carol-singing afterwards.
More than a hundred people came, which I think is rather amazing considering the weather. Judging by the applause, they loved it. Here are some of them:
I'm beginning to feel a bit Christmassy.
Christmas wouldn't be Christmas in Leeds without David Robertson (second from left) and Theatre of the Dales performing David's adaptation of A Christmas Carol.
Last night it was in Dagmar, a patch of woodland in Headingley, Leeds: the same venue where a huge crowd came to see Theatre of the Dales perform The Tempest and A Winter's Tale last summer.
Last night - in stark contrast to the warm sunshine of the summer performances - it was freezing cold: there was a huge bonfire: there was mulled wine: there was carol-singing afterwards.More than a hundred people came, which I think is rather amazing considering the weather. Judging by the applause, they loved it. Here are some of them:
I'm beginning to feel a bit Christmassy.
posted by Daphne at 8:53 am
1 Comments:
It looked like a convivial evening. Christmas never feels like Christmas until you've done some carols (I've done none yet). My first (and last) are likely to be at midnight mass tomorrow evening.
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